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judifilksign) wrote2009-11-05 08:44 pm
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Tell Tale Heart, Take Two
This week, our school is getting the outer walls torn off (made of wood), replacement plywood , and added insulation and new siding put back on.
The noise is not to be believed. (Reminds me of the commercials "I have a headache this big, and it has EXCEDRIN written all over it.")
So, unwarned of this event, I am attempting to read a short story, drowned out by howling buzz saws, pounding hammers, cracking wood from the crowbars prying them off, and construction workers hollering at one another.
The students, youth leaders and I are all giving one another disbelieving looks as the noise just does not stop. And then, there are a number of really loud thumps and whacks, getting louder and louder, faster and faster. A voice on the other side of the wall suddenly snarls "What the f*ck is this sh*t?" as he uncovers something outside he doesn't like. Every student eye in the room flashes to me.
I slam my book down on my teacher desk. "Villains!" I shrieked at the wall, "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- Tear up the planks! -- Here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous, tell-tale heart!"
Every student just about fell out of his chair, laughing. There is a looooooong silence on the other side of the wall, followed by a sudden flurry of activity and thumping, without any more shouting.
The noise is not to be believed. (Reminds me of the commercials "I have a headache this big, and it has EXCEDRIN written all over it.")
So, unwarned of this event, I am attempting to read a short story, drowned out by howling buzz saws, pounding hammers, cracking wood from the crowbars prying them off, and construction workers hollering at one another.
The students, youth leaders and I are all giving one another disbelieving looks as the noise just does not stop. And then, there are a number of really loud thumps and whacks, getting louder and louder, faster and faster. A voice on the other side of the wall suddenly snarls "What the f*ck is this sh*t?" as he uncovers something outside he doesn't like. Every student eye in the room flashes to me.
I slam my book down on my teacher desk. "Villains!" I shrieked at the wall, "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! -- Tear up the planks! -- Here, here! -- it is the beating of his hideous, tell-tale heart!"
Every student just about fell out of his chair, laughing. There is a looooooong silence on the other side of the wall, followed by a sudden flurry of activity and thumping, without any more shouting.
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(Actually, I think this was the same class where I overacted that same line while reading and had a group of youth leaders outside my room burst in ready to save me.)
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Thank you. I NEEDED that!
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You win so hard
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She shoots! She scores!
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(Running Madly off To Send A Link To Every One of My School Teacher Cousins)
(Anonymous) 2009-11-06 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)You just won the Miss Dabney English Teacher of the Year Award. Miss Dabney was the teacher I fought to get when I attended Granby High School in Norfolk, Va, 1955 though 1958. Back then, teachers taught classes in all four grades and, if you got to them first, you could sign up for their class. Miss Dabney's classes were always filled first, proving for all time that popular teachers are not the "easy" ones.
Anyway, you obviously belong to Miss Dabney's class. Thank you for the wonderful laugh and the reassurance that great teachers still exist.
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(Anonymous) 2009-11-06 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
Would have loved to have seen the faces of those workers on the other side of the wall *g*
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